This is a song about "Yellow submarine"

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

At the same time, pull up like james bond

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Y'all can't stick to no g code

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton