This is a song about "Rice crispies"

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

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

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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

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

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

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Before we see it's hard to live

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave