This is a song about "Irish men"

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen

I had never fit in with the men.

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I'll meet you in the sky

Cause men lie, women lie

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

I need to free them

Rich white and black white-washed men/