This is a song about "Irish pots"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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