This is a song about "Nico the italian"

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

The sequel to the first

Shit, in this white man's world

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Faggot talk shit you'll get whacked call me italian.

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free