This is a song about "Rice or rony"

Third ward general, young cash money

Emotional or physically

Army stance, ready for war

Connects to your brain or

I pipe in and one night her

Destiny or future

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

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

You make a nigga sing songs nice