This is a song about "Curry and rice"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

I'm brown and i like curry

But i kinda like your company

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

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