This is a song about "Rice pudding"

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Because i see right through your disguise

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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