This is a song about "Green rice sauce"

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Alcohol and booty calls

And lead tha whole team

Because i smoke on the green

Call the network dipset family ties

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

She vying for number one, tryna be number one