This is a song about "Rainbow guns"

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But in the meantime it's lights please

With no guns and no shields

Call me rainbow dash! i'm going to fast about to crash, i'm a smash and stash

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Good kids make bad grown ups

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.