This is a song about "Italian rugby"

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Take the hits in motion, like you was playing rugby

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Riper than italian rye

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Riper than italian rye

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

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

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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