This is a song about "Sun glasses"

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I don't need to see with glasses

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Finally got my glasses cleaned

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Insubordinate for good reason

Peter parker flow, no glasses

And i need you to show me love

Sun, wheres the sun? its been raining a while, i need this,

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Mami... she open, she open

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun