This is a song about "Rainbow guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.