This is a song about "Iron red"

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

As i light one for ill will

No sequel iron at ya temple

Found dead covered in red

She don’t give her nigga head

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Covered the room in splattered red,

My time with their half-witted reviews

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes