This is a song about "Rainbow unicorns"

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

And then rainbow on sunday

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

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

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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