This is a song about "Italian"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Riper than italian rye

No more will we cry

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

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Riper than italian rye

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle