This is a song about "Moving to america from italy"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll