This is a song about "Irish spring"

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

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado