This is a song about "Mod sun"

We have nothing in common

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I see the sun comin up

They like talking, its like gossip

Man of steel's been looking at the sun/

And i listen to common

And in the sun im basking

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

I pop one, you pop one

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

The life of a farmer is governed by sun

You suck so muchass that you blot out the sun

I wonder why we take from our women