This is a song about "Chinese rice"

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

She's flawless like some uncut ice

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

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price