This is a song about "Rice cooker"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.