This is a song about "Italian mob"

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

In the heartz of men

It's like mob time we pay them

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

She gotta hold her head up high

Riper than italian rye

When you took my hand up so calm

We in the mob im the don,