This is a song about "Old iron king"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Y'know i am the king

Fuck it, im leaving

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

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

See these lights got me on another level

No sequel iron at ya temple

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat