This is a song about "Megan rice"

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

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

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Because i see right through your disguise

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican