This is a song about "Bad rice"

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Luxury life, results living bad

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

So if it comes down, may the best man win

No, not bombs over baghdad

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Luxury life, results living bad

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes