This is a song about "Cotton candy unicorns"

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

But make sure if they do see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Fuck that job been around that block

Lollipop from a candy shop,

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.