This is a song about "Italian brasilian jamaican africana"

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Keep your heads up high

Riper than italian rye

Riper than italian rye

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

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

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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