This is a song about "White rice"

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

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

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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