This is a song about "Rice cakes"

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice