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

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Fastest rising star on this pad of worthless names

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

We both teenagers with the same mind state

The final war of the whack and sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Come and get us you prepare for war,

If you try to give it to me at the door

The world is already full of war

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more