This is a song about "The italian renaissance"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

In the heat of the summer,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But its time to let the renaissance go,

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

It'll last for all these crazy days

The streetz is aint the safe

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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