This is a song about "Pokemon unicorns"

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

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

Cause i aint no pokemon just a seer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

That's right i got bars about pokemon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them