This is a song about "Rice house"

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Becoming someone you don't recognize

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Than other people do in their entire house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Alright i'm at the house.

Heystop running your mouth