This is a song about "Iron my jeans"

Or something that you paid for

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

That we can't forget the past

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver