This is a song about "Iron fist"

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

You'll need a fuckin crane to lift me i'm iron maiden,

It's not making sense to you right now but

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Whip purple and yellow, hello

My fist cracked on impact yo,

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Feel my vibe raise the fist

And i'm just being honest