This is a song about "Super rice"

And i'm the super-learning device.

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

The revolution will proceed

Because i'm a super dweeb

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

I'mma super nigga need a cape for me

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice