This is a song about "Generation iron"

Ina fucked up generation

Catch you up on places i've been

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

If ratting is college i bet you niggas is master splinter

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Called it new generation and lickety split,

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

You'll need a fuckin crane to lift me i'm iron maiden,

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

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.