This is a song about "Italian brasilian jamaican africana"

Riper than italian rye

I'm the other guy

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

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

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

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

We was high school peers, in junior high

Riper than italian rye

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle