This is a song about "Rice cakes"

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

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

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

This is how she want to live

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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