This is a song about "Iron block"

Never wrong at any level

No sequel iron at ya temple

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

You probably got stuck in writers block

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Your the new kid on the block

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot