This is a song about "Quentin tarantino"

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

My talent should take me places i've never been

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Riper than italian rye

That's the window into the sky

Riper than italian rye

Three j's took me this high

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