This is a song about "Italy the birthplace of the rena"

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

And what your whip like

In the face of the outside.

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Across the face of the earth

Babies turn into shooters

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Shaved of the face of the earth

We should fuck each others mothers