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

This the clash of the titans

Without the sound of guns

In the face of the outside.

Walk blind into a line or fight

Of the book of your life

This is how she want to live

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

The king of the jungle

Shout out them strippers who hustle

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Feeling like a god i swear olympus was my birthplace

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat