This is a song about "Red sun dresses"

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

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

And in the sun im basking

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Lemonhead end up dead

Found dead covered in red

Kushed up and my eye red

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Two reflections into one

I care for you more than sun

In the land of the rising sun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Watch your body turn indian red,

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead