This is a song about "Metal"

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Metal chair is imperative

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental