This is a song about "Italian"

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

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Riper than italian rye

We was high school peers, in junior high

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Thuggin' till the day i die

Riper than italian rye

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

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