This is a song about "Italian brasilian jamaican africana"

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

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,

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Riper than italian rye

I be ballin, they wonder why

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Riper than italian rye

No more will we cry

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather