This is a song about "Vanilla rice"

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

They call it chocolate vanilla

You're fucking with me, nigga

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Not "vanilla", though still, head to toes i'm white

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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