This is a song about "Iron fist"

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

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

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

This prada make me shallow

My fist cracked on impact yo,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist