This is a song about "The iron gang"

Of the rebel gang captain

Top ranked, number one my son

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Its no different, from the iron ones, your grandfather fought

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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