This is a song about "Special fried rice"

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Call the network dipset family ties

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i die before i wake

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

The dream team is very special

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise