This is a song about "The irish"

Yea and this is something to think about

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Picture a place that they exist, together

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream