Ken Carson Off The Meter Meaning and Review

A Surprise Drop with Major Implications

Ken Carson’s “Off The Meter,” a surprise addition to More Chaos released an hour after the album's initial drop, is a high-octane, psychedelic ride through the flashy excesses of the Opium collective. Originally excluded from the album, the track’s inclusion feels like an event in itself, especially given that it marks Playboi Carti’s first official feature alongside any of his Opium signees. With its distorted, chiptune-adjacent beat and euphoric digital textures, “Off The Meter” hits like an 8-bit racing game soaked in codeine and adrenaline.

Ken Carson’s Laid-Back Flex

Ken Carson leads the charge with a delivery that's surprisingly laid-back for someone spitting about dashing off the metaphorical meter. He’s more restrained than usual, riding the beat in a hypnotic loop of repetition and braggadocio. While the lyrics are standard Ken fare—flashes of violence, flexing fashion, and drugged-up swagger—what stands out is the softness in his tone. There’s a dreamlike lethargy to his cadence, which contrasts with the song’s glitchy intensity and helps establish a uniquely numbed-out vibe.

Destroy Lonely Keeps the Vibe Dark and Cool

Destroy Lonely enters next and seamlessly maintains the track’s energy with his signature melodic eeriness. His verse is full of twisted romance and cold-blooded threats, carried by a flow that dances around the beat like smoke. There's something magnetic about his detachment—he floats through lines about “sliding with beams” and “teasing evil baddies” with an icy calm, sounding like he’s narrating a nocturnal ritual. His chemistry with Ken is evident, and it amplifies the track’s moody momentum without feeling forced or repetitive.

Playboi Carti Crashes In and Steals the Show

But it’s Playboi Carti’s arrival in the final stretch that gives “Off The Meter” its most defining moment. His verse erupts with unpredictable vocal tics and menacing charisma, injecting the track with a much-needed jolt of chaos. Carti’s erratic flow, warped pronunciation, and sinister ad-libs bring the song to life in a way only he can, proving why fans have long anticipated a collaboration between him and his label protégés. His presence feels like a torch-passing moment, validating the creative direction of the Opium roster while also reminding everyone who still holds the crown.

Off The Meter, Into the Future

“Off The Meter” feels like a victory lap for the Opium camp—an anthem of reckless indulgence delivered over pixelated distortion and syrupy paranoia. It's not just a flex; it’s a snapshot of an era in motion. With Carti, Ken Carson, and Destroy Lonely all on one track, this song bridges the generational gap between leader and followers, blending their energies into a hyper-stylized, bass-boosted vision of modern rap.

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Ken Carson Off The Meter Lyrics Meaning Explained 

The meaning of “Off The Meter” by Ken Carson is a raw, high-octane portrayal of drug-fueled chaos, emotional detachment, and violent bravado, rooted deeply in the sonic and thematic world of the Opium collective. Featuring fellow labelmates Destroy Lonely and Playboi Carti, the track serves as a manifesto for their shared lifestyle—one driven by excess, designer fashion, and a rejection of conventional morality. Over an electrifying, synth-heavy beat, each rapper delivers a verse soaked in nihilism and narcotics, celebrating a world that’s both extravagant and deeply unstable. “Off The Meter” isn’t just a title—it’s a state of mind, where the rules no longer apply and everything is turned up past the limit.

Introduction & Production Tags

“Off The Meter” opens with two distinctive producer tags:

“(Outtatown, we never out of money)” and “(star boy, you're my hero)”.

Outtatown and star boy are Dutch producers with deep ties to the Opium collective and Playboi Carti’s sonic world. Their inclusion signals the track’s stylistic foundation—digitally frenetic, eerie, and drug-drenched, in line with the rage subgenre that defines this part of modern hip-hop.

Chorus – Ken Carson’s Unfiltered High

The chorus sets the tone immediately:

"I'm pourin' this lean up / I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up / My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up"

Carson celebrates an indulgent cocktail of substances—lean (codeine + promethazine), Xanax, and codeine—painting a vivid picture of his detached, zombified lifestyle.

“I just smash when I want, I don't need her” shows his emotional distance and lack of romantic dependence, while

“Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter” plays on car imagery and his intoxicated mental state, suggesting a life of chaos, speed, and unpredictability.

Verse 1 – Ken’s Violent Fashion Flex

Ken Carson dives deeper into menace and fashion:

"I leave that boy dead, put him in a coffin / And I'm fly as hell, yeah, bitch, I'm hawkin'"

Drawing from Carti’s lyrical vault (HBA), Carson presents himself as a predator—fashion-forward, but vicious.

“I'm in Atlanta, I'm in Southside with a bitch who don't do this often” situates the narrative in Atlanta, the heart of the Opium movement. Then comes a bar dripping in pop culture reference:

“I'm fuckin' this bitch at 3:16 a.m., I feel like Steve Austin”—a nod to the legendary “Austin 3:16” line, equating his late-night exploits with wrestling iconography.

He continues his braggadocio:

“My young niggas pullin' up with sticks, shootin' out the Lamb', don't care what it cost” and

“My young bitch just pulled up in Rick Owen, I don't give a damn, told her, ‘Take it off’”

—two lines that flex opulence and recklessness in equal measure. Carson’s repeated

“I don't give a damn” mantra forms the nihilistic backbone of his verse.

Verse 2 – Destroy Lonely’s Vamp Aesthetic

Destroy Lonely enters with nocturnal flair:

“Hop in the whip, press the gas and I'm speedin' / Lil' vamp bitch and she dressed in all black”.

His world is one of shadows, mischief, and style.

“Yeah, I love that lil' ho 'cause she so damn evil” suggests an embrace of toxicity.

He escalates with threats:

“Slide on that boy with that Glock with that beam / Knock his lights out, yeah, nigga, good evenin’”,

then pivots to flex:

“I need more cups, bitch, yeah, we pourin' up lean / I spent four hundred all on my tees”.

The Rick Owens reference reappears:

“It's Rick on my shoes and my motherfuckin' jeans now”, solidifying fashion as currency in the Opium world.

Finally,

“She say that she wanna get geeked / I told that lil' ho to go to pop that lil' bean, shawty”

links drug culture to female interaction, closing with:

“He talk down on the gang, he get did 'bout it (Pew, pfft, pew, pew)”, a gunplay sound effect that amplifies his threatening tone.

Verse 3 – Playboi Carti’s Chaotic Sermon

Carti explodes onto the track with:

“Do the dash, yeah, I'm off it, yeah / Pop that bitch, yeah, I'm off it, yeah (Lean)”,

immediately reinforcing the drug-fueled chaos.

“Put my opp in a coffin, yeah (Skrrt)” again revisits HBA-era motifs.

“Opp blunt got me coughin', yeah (Yeah)” cleverly fuses smoking with revenge.

He moves into pure flex mode:

“If it ain't nothin', I got diamonds, I got guns / I got bitches tryna have fun”

before boasting:

“Pull out the K and I go dumb / I pull out the Wraith, me and my son”—with Wraith and son adding gravitas and legacy.

Carti’s menacing lyricism intensifies:

“Stop playin' with the set, I'll get yo' ass done / Have you laid in the dirt, you don't need a GoFund”,

a lethal dismissal of enemy worth.

“Pink slip on me, don't need coupon” reinforces wealth through ownership.

He ends his verse with:

“He slipped, he ran, he tried to run / Young Carti get rowdy with the gun / I bust a jugg once a month”,

adding momentum to the narrative of chaos and money-grabbing.

“She throw it back, I make her jump (Let's— let's go)” gives a final burst of sexual energy, closing with:

“X, yeah, lil' Carti”, showing unity within the Opium trio.

Outro – DJ Swamp Izzo & The Opium Mission Statement

The final chorus gets an extra layer of hype from DJ Swamp Izzo with shouts like:

“(More Chaos)” and “(Opium niggas)”.

These tags summarize the entire aesthetic: chaos as a lifestyle, Opium as a brotherhood, and the trio (Ken, Lonely, Carti) as flag bearers of this ultra-modern, ultra-toxic rap identity.

Ken Carson Off The Meter Lyrics 

[Intro: Ken Carson]

(Outtatown, we never out of money)

Yeah

(star boy, you're my hero)

Yeah

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

I'm pourin' this lean up

I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up

My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up

I just smash when I want, I don't need her

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]

I leave that boy dead, put him in a coffin

And I'm fly as hell, yeah, bitch, I'm hawkin'

I'm in Atlanta, I'm in Southside with a bitch who don't do this often

I'm fuckin' this bitch at 3:16 a.m., I feel like Steve Austin

No, we don't give a fuck, bitch, we don't give a damn, my niggas be bossin'

My young niggas pullin' up with sticks, shootin' out the Lamb', don't care what it cost

My young bitch just pulled up in Rick Owen, I don't give a damn, told her, "Take it off"

Every time you see me, I'ma blick, I don't give a damn

I'ma fuck your bitch, I don't give a damn

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

I'm pourin' this lean up

I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up

My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up

I just smash when I want, I don't need her

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]

Yeah, hop in the whip, press the gas and I'm speedin'

Lil' vamp bitch and she dressed in all black

Yeah, I love that lil' ho 'cause she so damn evil

Lil' bitch, I'm high, I'm not eating

Slide on that boy with that Glock with that beam

Knock his lights out, yeah, nigga, good evenin'

I need more cups, bitch, yeah, we pourin' up lean

Okay, she bad, she a teaser

But I get stiff on that ho and she say that I'm mean

I spent four hundred all on my tees

It's Rick on my shoes and my motherfuckin' jeans now

And she say that she wanna get geeked

I told that lil' ho to go to pop that lil' bean, shawty

I get fly, smokin' exotic narcotics

Hit that bitch in the back of the big body

He talk down on the gang, he get did 'bout it (Pew, pfft, pew, pew)

[Chorus: Ken Carson & DJ Swamp Izzo]

I'm pourin' this lean up

I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up

My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up

I just smash when I want, I don't need her

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it (More Chaos)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]

Do the dash, yeah, I'm off it, yeah

Pop that bitch, yeah, I'm off it, yeah (Lean)

Put my opp in a coffin, yeah (Skrrt)

Opp blunt got me coughin', yeah (Yeah)

If it ain't nothin', I got diamonds, I got guns (Yeah)

I got bitches tryna have fun

Pull out the K and I go dumb (Dumb)

I pull out the Wraith, me and my son

Stop playin' with the set, I'll get yo' ass done

Have you laid in the dirt, you don't need a GoFund

Pink slip on me, don't need coupon

He slipped, he ran, he tried to run

Young Carti get rowdy with the gun

I bust a jugg once a month

She throw it back, I make her jump (Let's— let's go)

X, yeah, lil' Carti

[Chorus: Ken Carson & DJ Swamp Izzo]

I'm pourin' this lean up

I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up

My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up (Hahahahaha)

I just smash when I want, I don't need her

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter (Opium niggas)

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter

Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it