This is a song about "Bens and rice"

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

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

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars