This is a song about "Italian"

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

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

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

Why you call me back? don't lie

Riper than italian rye

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian