This is a song about "Iron chef"

I turned into something they never became

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

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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