This is a song about "Rice cooker"

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women