This is a song about "Irish dance"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Plottin' don’t even worry

Save the last dance for you and me

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three