This is a song about "Vanilla rice"

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla