This is a song about "Rainbow sausage"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Observe: cock and spray

And then rainbow on sunday

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate