This is a song about "Parents ireland pub"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I cut bladders and judge banners at a pub

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

All we need is convienient love

And say fuck you to your parents,

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

In my drawsring, ring, ring

My parents are freaking

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones