This is a song about "Curry and rice"

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies