This is a song about "Vanilla rice"

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Play the game nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Never really been into the ice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice