This is a song about "Forming iron"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Words forming in the brain then coming out my dental,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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