This is a song about "Rice and dj"

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Like dj kool i clear my throat

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese