This is a song about "Irish convicts of australia"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Of being of always getting wired

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world