This is a song about "Italian midgets"

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

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Randy, 420 i stand over y'all like y'all are some punk twin midgets

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

Using midgets as gimmicks. she got a lot of game, she don't need a name to acclaim

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Riper than italian rye

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids