This is a song about "Rice"

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

As your family dies, and my family rise

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,