This is a song about "Capri sun"

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

Mami... she open, she open

I see the sun comin up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

So now she picks up the gun

Then, in the blazin sun,

You suck so muchass that you blot out the sun

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Ross and folarin, couple women

On they twitter writing novels, see

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri