This is a song about "Tire iron"

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

No sequel iron at ya temple

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold