This is a song about "Italian rugby"

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

Riper than italian rye

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Take the hits in motion, like you was playing rugby

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

I get thrown around like a rugby ball but atleast i tried,

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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