This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

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

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

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

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

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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