This is a song about "Bowl of rice"

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Then put it into sex drive

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise