This is a song about "Rice krispys"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Before we see it's hard to live

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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