This is a song about "Italian numbers"

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Numbers don't i see that?

Yo, i'll bet she be back

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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