This is a song about "The unhappy irish jigg"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky