This is a song about "Pork fried rice"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

I style on new york, pile up my fork

You fried under that heated lamp,

Got racks you don’t understand

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford