This is a song about "Iron"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

On a dark knight super tired man,then wake up as tony stark flying as iron man

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics