This is a song about "Rice and beand"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Hop in and let me test drive

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Let my angel sing