This is a song about "Don rice"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

They getting nice, they got some ice

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

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

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Until the end of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies