This is a song about "Ever dying sun"

I can see the sun falling

I know these haters watching

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Ok i hear you talkin

Then, in the blazin sun,

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

They'll have to rename this one

Im living every second that im dying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Homies dying like this is fucking war times