This is a song about "Kyrie irving"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Creative minds do more

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And there's little to be glad for

No more money, no more fame

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

I don't wanna live no more

Of impactful things one can ask for

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill