This is a song about "Italian food"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.