This is a song about "Iron chef"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

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

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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