This is a song about "Rice house"

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

My garage full of cars that bounce

Foundation till i built my house

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Know i go ham lika brick house/

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

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise