This is a song about "Chinese rice"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Look, by the end of this song

With the chinese: ching chong

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds