This is a song about "Iron fiat"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

No sequel iron at ya temple

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Cause it ain't easy being who we aredriven by my ambitions, desire higher positions

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

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

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