This is a song about "Italian midgets"

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Riper than italian rye

Where did my time go? i let it fly

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets with the assistance of diligent bishops

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Keep your heads up high

Riper than italian rye

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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