This is a song about "Rice house"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

They could never understand

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

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Call the network dipset family ties

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Foundation till i built my house

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs