This is a song about "Special fried rice"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

You're uncool like my mother kin

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I used to have a nine to five

But mama, why am i so special?

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Very special to me

I be gettin' money

You all niggas ain't even on my level

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin