This is a song about "Ralphs italian ices"

Never had a chance to try

Riper than italian rye

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

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

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

That got your mother high

Riper than italian rye

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible