This is a song about "Italian"

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

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Riper than italian rye

I'll meet you in the sky

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Riper than italian rye

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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