This is a song about "Italians and women"

What a hassle, women spaniels, and all these other vandals,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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,

Cold, my style making my nose run

With plenty of money and women

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material