This is a song about "Rice or rony"

Destiny or future

She should have invited her

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Ima go until my arm's sore

Connects to your brain or

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her