This is a song about "Italian numbers"

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

In the house, holla back

Numbers don't i see that?