This is a song about "Irish convicts of australia"

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

Them people see my good side

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen

Thoughts of immortality

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet