This is a song about "Rice crispies"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

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

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican