This is a song about "Metal popcorn tins"

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I took you to a movie, i bought you fuckin popcorn

Silicone bitches got the confidence

And punches thrown with metal rings

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors