This is a song about "Italian girls"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I gotta little clout

Girls out her talkin bout

But got love for them girls

You just trynna be haters

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather