This is a song about "Italian class"

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm just fucking round in class

I can barely wipe my ass

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

And listen to the class professor/

Your life is a product of trash

On a whole different class

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Now you're class partners for starters,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Riper than italian rye

I'm the other guy