This is a song about "Machinegu kelly"

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

These emerald evergreens in your eyes reflect mine

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter