This is a song about "Metal"

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

I be going metal, with the word play

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

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,

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will