This is a song about "Rice house"

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Since there were drugs all around the house