This is a song about "Rice"

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Rollin' down the four o five

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice