This is a song about "Broccoli and 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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Then put it into sex drive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

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

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees