This is a song about "Sunny in wendell"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

High off life? my nigga not even

People call me coldhearted, i'm even icey when it's sunny

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

In every thought, in every word

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

All of my chains got it lookin sunny

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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