This is a song about "Metal"

I be going metal, with the word play

But i ain't get to see you today

Probably die getting some head

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

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

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