Ask AI: can you write a disstrack on an italian fat guy

(Verse 1) Yo, mama's little boy, all grown, Sittin' on your throne, made outta parmesan and cannoli, Chewin' on spaghetti like it's your only homely, You ain't in Italy no more, this ain't your folly. (Chorus) You're a so-called Italian dude, Rolling in your fat, acting so rude, Got more grease on you than your food, You ain't slick, man, just too crude. (Verse 2) Whispering sweet nothings in Italian flair, But the only thing full is your derriere, Stuffed with lasagna, oh don't you dare, Got enough gelato to open a fair. (Chorus) Fat Italian guy, movin' slow as a snail, Trimmings of tiramisu under your nail, "Fit and fresh," man, that ship has sailed, On the Italian cuisine, you've truly balled. (Outro) But let's be honest man, it ain't about the weight, It's about your attitude and the platitudes you skate, Remember, deep dish ain't the only trait, Change your ways before it's too damn late.