This is a song about "Metal"

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

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

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

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

This is how she want to live

Metal chair is imperative

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

As i light one for ill will