This is a song about "Jaiden rice"

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five