This is a song about "Italian food"

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

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

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

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

We original officially the most original

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from