This is a song about "Kyrie irving"

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

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

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

Go pop some pills or something

From ireland but i'll land, running

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Kyrie would hire me, lebron would wanna fire me

Demons scurry when a nice man begins to cry.

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice