This is a song about "Unicorn s"

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

S on my chest like a superman vest

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Attention is a must