This is a song about "Rainbow jizz"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Look at who it generated, lil jizzy my jizz he representing

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags

And then rainbow on sunday

Im on, im on tha way

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

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

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket