This is a song about "Rice and beans"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Pussy and patron that's some great advice