This is a song about "Super rice"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Royal rumble super smash brothers

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Baby super star status

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Super duper future luck.

That shit was wack as fuck