This is a song about "Rice pasta"

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen