This is a song about "Italian 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

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Riper than italian rye

Why you call me back? don't lie

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Riper than italian rye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably