This is a song about "Forming iron"

No sequel iron at ya temple

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Words forming in the brain then coming out my dental,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards