This is a song about "Iron block"

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

God damn it i got writer's block

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Im the new kid on the block

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

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

So stay fuck about my block.

I gotta know if it's real or not

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat