This is a song about "Kyr irving"

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

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

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Got me goin off like im gallagher, plastic wrap is surrounding ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada