This is a song about "Italian"

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

That's the window into the sky

Riper than italian rye

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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