This is a song about "Rice and beans"

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams