This is a song about "Im italian"

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Im on fire cause im fantastic

I dropped another classic

Riper than italian rye

Where did my time go? i let it fly

You other brothers can’t deny

Riper than italian rye

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress