This is a song about "Rice and beans"

And has the magic beans

Everything ain't what it seems

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

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

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans