This is a song about "The iron gang"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets with the assistance of diligent bishops

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

If you feel gang bang is the sweetest song,bitch standby

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

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

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

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

But we will get our gang back on the map

Wickedly ruling the universe with an iron fist, im twisted, gifted for killin villains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes