This is a song about "Irish car bomb girl"

If i bomb on saturday

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm setting off the bomb

That's word to my mom

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

But overtime goes the bomb

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

She is far bizarre

I'm in my other car

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

Well, that's what you are

Who smokin in my car?