This is a song about "Rice cakes"

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration