This is a song about "Homophobic irish children"

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

There's children dying and i am crying

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

You face made blind children cry

I'm the other guy

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill