This is a song about "Irish war"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Or something that you paid for

Money is worst than a war

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

The world is already full of war

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Your only in fight with your damn war

Another day as i step out the door

Keep coming back for more

Get up man, it's time for war