This is a song about "Rice pasta"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

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

Got a killer flow from the llama

Last night i had some dope pasta,

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

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

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live