This is a song about "Irish boys"

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Just show them boys whos boss

Always knew where the pot was

Then you look like a fucking fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school