This is a song about "Irish battling"

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

So fuck this shit i'm battling again

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry