This is a song about "Iron chef"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You'll need a fuckin crane to lift me i'm iron maiden,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk