This is a song about "Bloody sun"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

I'm why baby mamas leave

Ross and folarin, couple women

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I thought i recognized her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

I can see the sun falling

From an african american stance

This monopoly of bloody fangs,