This is a song about "Matt rice"

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees