This is a song about "Fried rice"

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Never really been into the ice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,