This is a song about "Metal"

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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

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

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Metal chair is imperative

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal