This is a song about "Metal"

Just ...pedal to the metal

Lady at the frank stand will

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

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

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

And punches thrown with metal rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I be going metal, with the word play

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say