This is a song about "Italian"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

That's the window into the sky

Riper than italian rye

She gotta hold her head up high

Riper than italian rye

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

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble