This is a song about "Irish pots"

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route