This is a song about "Special fried rice"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

And just when you thought you were so damn special/

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

But mama, why am i so special?

See these lights got me on another level

You just working with the scraps you was given

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

We got young people's lives at stake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies