This is a song about "Shrimp fried rice"

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please