This is a song about "Italian food"

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Hear the rambling in the sky

Riper than italian rye

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food