This is a song about "Italian"

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Riper than italian rye

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Riper than italian rye

That's the window into the sky