This is a song about "Italian rugby"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Take the hits in motion, like you was playing rugby

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

Riper than italian rye

Dump that bitch in the sly

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful