This is a song about "Jerry rice"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

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

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice