This is a song about "Iron"

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

No sequel iron at ya temple

Never wrong at any level