This is a song about "White rice"

That white girl is my cater

See, i like the person that you are

My direction good, well-rounded type

Yeah my skin color is white,

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I got that powder, i got that white

Walk blind into a line or fight

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice