This is a song about "The italian renaissance"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

But its time to let the renaissance go,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Got the passion for the music

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one