This is a song about "Rice crispies"

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

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

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

I'm everything that they call nice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies