This is a song about "Metal"

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,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Just ...pedal to the metal

And punches thrown with metal rings

Been spending most our lives

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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