This is a song about "Italian shit"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

So you can talk your shit

I just dont give a shit,

So i banged for a minute

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

You ain't gon find that

Why am i think this shit

Why you call me back? don't lie

Riper than italian rye

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea