This is a song about "Rainbow dash"

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

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

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Hit the dash blast the overpass

You can't be wiping your ass

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow

And my niggas say

And then rainbow on sunday

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold