This is a song about "Rice or rony"

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Pose, click, pose, click

Aggressive or melodic

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise