This is a song about "Iron bowl"

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects