This is a song about "Rice and beand"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Bring the battering ram where you live

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

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

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different