This is a song about "Italian numbers"

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

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

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

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

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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