This is a song about "Megan rice"

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the 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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Never really been into the ice