This is a song about "Egg fried rice"

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

I’m coming back like light-skin and

You fried under that heated lamp,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll

I'll shove egg yolks down your throat till you croak

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

We will never die, we are forever alive

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