This is a song about "Rainbow guns"

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

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

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance