This is a song about "Rainbow jazz"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Few chips, i get out n' spray

And then rainbow on sunday

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

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

We made fun out of our jazz talks

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

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