This is a song about "Iron red"

The most ill, more drama than denzel

No sequel iron at ya temple

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Found dead covered in red

Cutting me this worthless check

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead