This is a song about "Iron mam"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

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

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

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed