This is a song about "The celts"

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

The more battles the better the flows

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air