This is a song about "Irish boys"

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Addicted like boys on needles,

And i need you to show me love

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Just show them boys whos boss

Simply out of this world by choice

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about