This is a song about "Rice crispies"

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

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

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive