This is a song about "White rice"

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I need a backyard full court size

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Soft white the art i twine

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

That white girl is my cater

They don't hear my bark

Cuz you both white and blonde?

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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