This is a song about "Italian food"

Riper than italian rye

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Riper than italian rye

That's the window into the sky

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible