This is a song about "Rice crispies"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of 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

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

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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