This is a song about "Rice or rony"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall