This is a song about "Italy mafia"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife