This is a song about "Rice house"

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

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

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows