This is a song about "Rice or rony"

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Destiny or future

The only time i flirt with her

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies