This is a song about "Iron mam"

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Scramble if your in danger, im the iron eating beast, with held in anger

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

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

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

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