This is a song about "Italian class"

Riper than italian rye

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Why you call me back? don't lie

Riper than italian rye

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Baby got that super bass

Along with the whole class

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one