This is a song about "Irish pots"

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill