This is a song about "Italian people"

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Im on, im on tha way

People stared everyday

And this will be the song that we sing

People critically commenting,

Riper than italian rye

Keep your heads up high

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Inhabit the minds of people

When that thing gon fly

Riper than italian rye

I see all these people

As i light one for ill will