This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

To dream is to live life’s full potential

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

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

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will