This is a song about "Rainbow sprinkles bob"

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

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Got problems, what? i can't say

And then rainbow on sunday

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,