This is a song about "Irish battling"

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

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You battling me is the only thing that'll lead you to prominence,

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

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And battling me succeeding? man, forget about that,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Nothing but me and the love of my life nonstop battling,