This is a song about "Italy mafia"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back