This is a song about "Bens and rice"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

And remember what i said and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice