This is a song about "The pedal"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Then floor the pedal for the devil.for essential potential

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

I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Just like when you're plucking the last fucking pedal off of a living flower

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find