This is a song about "Rice and beans"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

And has the magic beans

Tryna kill my dreams