This is a song about "Rainbow sausage"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

And then rainbow on sunday

So they taught me to spray

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

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

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

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

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

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