This is a song about "Pork fried rice"

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I'm tryna get some pork babe. give me pig

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

We will never die, we are forever alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds