This is a song about "I like rice"

And i think i like her

Omo niaja get em' higher

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

But i cant help but like...

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I like to use the word like magic.

You, you, you have to pay for that

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

As your family dies, and my family rise