This is a song about "Jellof rice"

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Who know this be the life that i really live

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas