This is a song about "Green rice sauce"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Who know this be the life that i really live

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Used to find dope in his coat

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

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

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

It's roc nation, this my team

I dream of makin green/

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Because i smoke on the green

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration