This is a song about "Metal"

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

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

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And punches thrown with metal rings