This is a song about "Iron fist"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

No sequel iron at ya temple

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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