This is a song about "Metal"

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

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful

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

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

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

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

Ha, running rebel on another level

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

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

As often, i do this

Metal chair is imperative

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

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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