This is a song about "My dads iron"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But my dads a different story

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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

My dads a liability

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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