This is a song about "Don rice"

Since i was killed by the don,

That's word to my mom

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Carlcee, lexiee, mindvoid, don, i'm not even through

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

It's check out time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Keep coming back for more

You don;t thin anymore