This is a song about "The irish"

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

The more battles the better the flows

Ain't no women at the shows

Where the fuck the chorus

So let 'em chase love

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk