This is a song about "Homophobic irish children"

You find yourself thinking more about the children

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Think fast, fast women

So flee this beef children,