This is a song about "Rice"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Rollin' down the four o five