This is a song about "Italian asshole"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Riper than italian rye

Open up your contacts then scroll

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Riper than italian rye

I wonder why, i sit and cry

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll