This is a song about "You re the rainbow in my cloud"

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

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Hell naw you need to re-think that

But you hate them navel kisses

On re up, need strips in cases

It takes away my storm cloud.

Then get out your seat and jump around

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again