This is a song about "Fried rice"

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

As your family dies, and my family rise

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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

Well wishes to my opposition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration