This is a song about "Drying up in the sun like the lil kid chicken poxed me"

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Lately i been feeling your hate like the sun,

Most peeps dont like the rain, they prefer the sun.

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Cold, my style making my nose run

In the land of the rising sun

When it's all said and done

Then, in the blazin sun,

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

But like the sun in a foggy day

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

So hot, it's like mercury's far away from the sun

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women