This is a song about "Dawson kelly"

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Kay we're back, up all night, kinda pensive

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Mano kay tita, tito, lolo at lola

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon