This is a song about "Rainbow lick"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You just do your thing chick

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Rub the cream on my dick, ya mama ask for a lick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

So drop the slam and lets get sick

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

And fif’ here to lick on that coca-cola shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute