This is a song about "Iron elk"

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Wickedly ruling the universe with an iron fist, im twisted, gifted for killin villains

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

No sequel iron at ya temple

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Scramble if your in danger, im the iron eating beast, with held in anger

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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