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

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

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

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

How this dude try n duel with the goat

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Im always killin in the mic,

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Small, but you talkin' big