This is a song about "Italian girl"

Riper than italian rye

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Oo girl, what a disgrace