This is a song about "Irish army"

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

And tell me why would we just think about

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

I just want somebody i can see

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen

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