This is a song about "Joel kelly"

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Except she's got a little more ass

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Man this life is but a dream

People wonder why grass is green,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Big serg, we ready for whatever

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass