This is a song about "Rice"

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

We will never die, we are forever alive

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice