This is a song about "Metal soft lips sunsets"

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,

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Huh, i can't interpret her

Or land soft as a sweater

I read a cops lips once

Lately been writing poems

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Nigga i go stupid hard cant go soft

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

I be going metal, with the word play

Gotta say it was a good day