This is a song about "Metal"

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

I be going metal, with the word play

And oh, i gotta find my way

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

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,

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

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

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

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