This is a song about "Chinese rice"

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

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

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

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

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Before we see it's hard to live

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

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies