This is a song about "Rainbow guns"

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Observe: cock and spray

And then rainbow on sunday

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

We got dat guns and flow

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons