This is a song about "Italian girls"

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Girls out her talkin bout

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Part of me though, is searching for answers

We should appreciate the girls

Riper than italian rye

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Hopin' that my niggas see

These girls be so crazy,

Girls always playing games with emotions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian