This is a song about "The italian renaissance"

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle