This is a song about "Italian"

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Riper than italian rye

Live off my lie and my lullaby

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Riper than italian rye

I wonder why, i sit and cry