This is a song about "Mikey leaving to ireland"

It's the reality of leaving,

Now this is what i call an evening

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

You bout to be leaving without me before the day is through

Pulling down her skirt

Leaving deaths unanswered.

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Leaving you on the shore primetime if you sharks dare to bite

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers