This is a song about "Rice"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds