This is a song about "Iron cock"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Caught george with a hand on his cock

Put my trust in my god

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

Bitches licking on my cock

You know i am not gon stop

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Go where you ain't been

Give my cock a good suction

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Your mom jumped on this cock

Say i'm not hot