This is a song about "Geometry dash"

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Quicker to dash, than sit and drop my first and crack instantly.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

And my kick game beyond crazy

Rapping dash so wavy

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

Call me rainbow dash! i'm going to fast about to crash, i'm a smash and stash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass