This is a song about "Duel if the iron mic"

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

And balence the mic

How this dude try n duel with the goat

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Scramble if your in danger, im the iron eating beast, with held in anger

Small, but you talkin' big

Im always killin in the mic,

Its no different, from the iron ones, your grandfather fought

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic