This is a song about "Broccoli and rice"

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And don't bother me, high as shit from my broccoli

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

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

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees