This is a song about "Vanilla rice"

Ice cream or vanilla,

Play the game nigga

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

The highest tightest and whitest mr. vanilla, no enigma, full of charisma

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga