This is a song about "Rice"

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

This is how she want to live

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

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