This is a song about "Italian mob"

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

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Riper than italian rye

So let me tell you about this guy

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

I shed so many tears

I'm a mob by myself/