This is a song about "Vanilla rice"

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/