This is a song about "The italian renaissance"

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Got the passion for the music

Y'all similes is literal shit

The streetz is aint the safe

Thinking of bliss and the good days

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

But its time to let the renaissance go,