This is a song about "Irish pots"

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

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

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

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

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill