This is a song about "Rice and fish"

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

You are a little tuna fish

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice