This is a song about "Irish men"

They'll never become better men

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

The user not the one of the middle men.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Dump that bitch in the sly

Cause men lie, women lie

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill