This is a song about "Italians and women"

And you ain't got to put women on pedestals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

They're kids and women cause if you can't handle us at our worst then you surely

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Killing men women and children day after day murdering in every way, the shits unimaginable,

Cinnamon tone women and

This how i hear it different

We going weed, women and some alcohol

We be in the party like we own that bar

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

With plenty of money and women

She watchin' that oxygen