This is a song about "Irish spring"

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

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

But that's what he liked her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer