This is a song about "Juicy sun"

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

So while you worry about the hoes

Ever wonder where the sun goes

A real wonder woman

Then, in the blazin sun,

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

They say that karats help your vision

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I'mma catch you next time around

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

And you can tell everyone

That thing juicy, no fruit

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

I can see the sun falling

Why not me the same thing