This is a song about "Italian brasilian jamaican africana"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

And it rules everything around them

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

Riper than italian rye

I'm the other guy

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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