This is a song about "Rice crispies"

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

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

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five