This is a song about "Rice and beans"

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Destined to win, get respect where i live

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.