This is a song about "Rice or rony"

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

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

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Emotional or physically

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Destiny or future

That i will leave earth with her

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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