This is a song about "Iron mike"

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

No sequel iron at ya temple

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

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Their gonna be like

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

I make thriller when i bless the mike

You got to have your game tight