This is a song about "My dads iron"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But my dads a different story

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,