This is a song about "Forming iron"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I realized my strength lied in forming the words

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

No sequel iron at ya temple

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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