This is a song about "Irish men"

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I had never fit in with the men.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

And tell me why would we just think about

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men