This is a song about "Rice crispies"

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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