This is a song about "Italy mafia"

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job