This is a song about "Don rice"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

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

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

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

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

We in the mob im the don,

My sim card's the bomb