This is a song about "Rainbow dash"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

It would be a bloody bath, to make your buddies dash,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

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