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

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

You never play with young boys cause they never private

In the land of the rising sun

I'm caged up in state prison

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And slid back north of course to pen more

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

You ain't gotta worry no more