This is a song about "Bad rice"

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

I'm on deck i'm up next

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

In the house, holla back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Never really been into the ice

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

It's actually disastrously bad

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion