This is a song about "Homophobic irish children"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

All the innocent little children

I am not the only one

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

My talent should take me places i've never been

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

There's children dying and i am crying

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

I mean the game been dry

You face made blind children cry