This is a song about "Pork fried rice"

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

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

We will never die, we are forever alive