This is a song about "Italian midgets"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

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

Riper than italian rye

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Flip the beat just like gymnasts you come up short similar to midgets

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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