This is a song about "Iron chef"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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,

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen