This is a song about "Geometry dash"

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Rapping dash so wavy

Hopin' that my niggas see

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And he started to take n' dash

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.