This is a song about "Rice pasta"

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive