This is a song about "My little pony rainbow dash and applejack sorta sexy"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

I just want somebody i can see

Tie it in silk and name it sexy;

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Quicker to dash, than sit and drop my first and crack instantly.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

It was sorta an accident, and a witness?

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

And he started to take n' dash

You can't be wiping your ass