This is a song about "Italian mafia"

Riper than italian rye

All you niggas die

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

Riper than italian rye

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle