This is a song about "Metal"

So pretentious with no potential

Tryin to push the metal pedal

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Some nigga fronts and acts hard, down 'em with metal

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

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

And punches thrown with metal rings

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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