This is a song about "Iron block"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Your the new kid on the block

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You probably got stuck in writers block

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser