This is a song about "Bowl of rice"

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

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