This is a song about "Iron chef"

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Its cold as shit in this booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

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

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies