This is a song about "Metal"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

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

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

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

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

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

And punches thrown with metal rings