This is a song about "Rainbow sausage"

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

And then rainbow on sunday

I was raised this way

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

You see the devil is alive but he work slow