This is a song about "Italian girl"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

So cmon girl lets get peachy

Riper than italian rye

That's the window into the sky

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)