This is a song about "Rice lake"

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

All these assholes can go and jump in a burning lake

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

They threw a rock in the lake, but it hasnt started rippling

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

For the occasion, paper planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

They'll find your body deep in a lake

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds