This is a song about "Ralphs italian ices"

Better or worse, the center of attention

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

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

Riper than italian rye

You know i want a piece of that pie

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

See the fuckin youts, rollin wid da fake ralph's//

Riper than italian rye

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Those moments are priceless, precious like ices jewels i treasure rebirth me isis

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love