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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Try rising to the level of aj, i'm now in my heyday

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits