This is a song about "Matt 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,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

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