This is a song about "Pork fried rice"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds