This is a song about "Unicorns and lepricorns"

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

I wish i could live with no fear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,