This is a song about "Metal"

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Metal chair is imperative

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke