This is a song about "Rice cakes"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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