This is a song about "Geometry dash"

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

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And he started to take n' dash

Rolling while im blowing this stash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock