This is a song about "Old iron king"

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I'm feelin like a king,

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Stood out like pootie tang

As i light one for ill will

No sequel iron at ya temple

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

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

I ain't with the talking

Y'know i am the king