This is a song about "Rice cakes"

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies