This is a song about "Iron man s mom"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

So i thanks for my mom

Tats no dey for my arm

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

You all niggas ain't even on my level

No sequel iron at ya temple

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

We all here, from the dealers to the kids