This is a song about "Rice lake"

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

They'll find your body deep in a lake

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

From the lake to the blues every day life is

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration