This is a song about "Sunny days"

All of my chains got it lookin sunny

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

That happen to act like a black president

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

But hey, not every day's gunna be sunny,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Live on the beach,sunny outside kids playin n da heat

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

They say that i never cease to amaze

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Because they weak, like seven days.

Tryin hard to hide my face

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny