This is a song about "Dropped my fried rice"

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Cause my daddy wasnt round, nigga dropped a dime

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time