This is a song about "Rice"

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies