This is a song about "Rainbow guns"

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

We got dat guns and flow

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

But he don't rule a thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.