This is a song about "Quentin tarantino"

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Highest form of affection, physical connection

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Dreamin on a lullaby

Riper than italian rye

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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