This is a song about "Fried rice"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

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

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

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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