This is a song about "Geometry dash"

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' on em and they fuckin clueless

It's obvious i'm crazy

Rapping dash so wavy

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat