This is a song about "Rice cakes"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

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

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

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration