This is a song about "The italian renaissance"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Riper than italian rye

The streetz is aint the safe

Haven't slept for days

I put these poems all in these songs

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

Go where you ain't been

The bigger the the fun