This is a song about "Rice cakes"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I need a backyard full court size

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son