This is a song about "Hawaiian sun"

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Lately i been feeling your hate like the sun,

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

She was the queen of the club

Shit sun never came up

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

The cat's not lyin', got hot raps. hawaiian.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,

Then, in the blazin sun,

This thing that you could imagine