This is a song about "Every story under the sun"

Ross and folarin, couple women

You suck so muchass that you blot out the sun

Ever wonder where the sun goes

And these shape-shifting hoes

Every single fast spoken word lit the water under the torch

It's a contest who's the next tester you sent me a text then watch

Flapjack, ooh he bring

And in the sun im basking

Then, in the blazin sun,

When it's all said and done

Well baby bot there ain't no question

In the land of the rising sun

Shining like the golden sun

I don't trust no one