This is a song about "Italian people"

So many selfish people

Cause this album pack enough evil

Inhabit the minds of people

And everything is purple

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

I shine like something in the sky

Riper than italian rye

This is the root of all evil

Theres 7 billion people,

Questions enter the minds of people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

That's the window into the sky

People steal, people die,