This is a song about "Skittles"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

You claim you the next eminem, bitch you just skittles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples