This is a song about "I am italian"

Faggot talk shit you'll get whacked call me italian.

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Then push the milk on a slow bend

For no longer am i scared,

I am broke because of cindy

Must be something you want me to see

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Years later here i am

That's the kinda person i am

So if i talk down to a man

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

I'm the other guy

Riper than italian rye

Because i am so lost,

For this, i thank the lord