This is a song about "Sun screen"

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

Tryna gain our lands but damn, captured with the smoke screen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

But girl you got me open

We have nothing in common

Then, in the blazin sun,

See my self on the tv screen/

Starin at the wall, heard a scream