This is a song about "Rice"

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I'm in your head like mnemonic device