This is a song about "Italian class"

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

And you just want to get to class

But i let off everything i have

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Fell asleep in first class

Dreamin on a lullaby

Riper than italian rye

So chase the air hide your stash

Along with the whole class

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian