This is a song about "Brandon rice"

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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