This is a song about "Broccoli and rice"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Trying to get healthy so i bought myself broccoli

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Cause some of you bitches funny

And a fridge and some broccoli

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

My talent should take me places i've never been

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration