This is a song about "Metal"

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Not king james, these were coke kings

And punches thrown with metal rings

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

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

Ha, running rebel on another level