This is a song about "Rice pasta"

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

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

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

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

Last night i had some dope pasta,

My all gold rolly or the

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

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

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

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize