This is a song about "Don rice"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Pay dues like a hair salon

Since i was killed by the don,

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

You ever paid attention in there? me either

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

My sim card's the bomb

We in the mob im the don,