This is a song about "Rice and beand"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts