This is a song about "Old iron king"

Y'know i am the king

Or the chick leaving

I know these haters watching

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Hating my macking, they asking

Here comes the next rap king

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

And it smells like burger king.

About the way i'm feeling

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold