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

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

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

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

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

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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