This is a song about "Brendon rice"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs