This is a song about "Travelling to the sun"

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I just want to feel the sun, one more time before i take this gun and

This thing that you could imagine

Then, in the blazin sun,

The blood over my back weighed a ton, so i decided to burn in the sun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Shining like the golden sun

Mami... she open, she open

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I told him get his 9 and run

In the land of the rising sun

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/