This is a song about "Irish pots"

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

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And got her room number, you can find me there

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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