This is a song about "Italian girls"

We should appreciate the girls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Girls looking like barbie

I stay lonely and cocky

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

They say nothings ever free

These girls be so crazy,

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Riper than italian rye