This is a song about "Old iron king"

No sequel iron at ya temple

As i light one for ill will

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

He been waiting for his connection to come

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You'll need a fuckin crane to lift me i'm iron maiden,