This is a song about "Irish convicts of australia"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

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

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

Thought this was forever love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga