This is a song about "Italian asshole"

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Fussing, i need a muffler, but mostly i'm just an asshole

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

"you're not an asshole you just don't give a fuck a lot."

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

It creates a jewel, im an asshole jeweler, a sphincter ruler.

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

De la soul is from the soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole