This is a song about "Rice pudding"

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

What we gotta do to survive

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive