This is a song about "Rice cakes"

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died