This is a song about "Irish easter rising and war of independence"

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song