This is a song about "Jerry rice"

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

"whatever is fair" but i ain't no jerry butler

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican