This is a song about "Metal"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Just ...pedal to the metal

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Tryin to push the metal pedal

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

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

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load