This is a song about "Irish spring"

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen