This is a song about "Don rice"

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Sky high, iced out paradise

We in the mob im the don,

My sim card's the bomb

And slid back north of course to pen more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees