This is a song about "Italian mafia"

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

They all see my life from a childish position

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

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

I'm the other guy

Riper than italian rye

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done