This is a song about "Italian mob"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

All you niggas die

Riper than italian rye

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

9 times outta ten

It's like mob time we pay them

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible