This is a song about "Iron man and loki"

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

And battling me succeeding? man, forget about that,

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

I rather hold hand and be your man

And you approached her as a married man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

She was evil and destroyed my life man

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And man we comin for you