This is a song about "Shit 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

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I be going metal, with the word play

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

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

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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