This is a song about "Brendon rice"

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live