This is a song about "Sleeping in the sun"

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

It ain't about black or white cause we human

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

You knock me while i was sleeping in the limbo

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

And your car they leave, in the darkest street, and flee then, while you sleeping,

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

The real muscle in the message of that

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

When something is broken

Servin' master, soft flesh up in the sun, they think they're shinin',

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,