This is a song about "Eatin rice"

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I came from underneath the dirt, eatin worms,

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,