This is a song about "Sun set"

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

And get on down with this thc vision

Nobody ain't own us yet

Performed in the same set

Shit sun never came up

And maybe i am but

I care for you more than sun

Cold, my style making my nose run

But u already know im set

Like sally mae on college debt

And sit back and watch the sun set on my porch, sip liquor,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My god has the traps set

Crackas watch my every step

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun