This is a song about "Praise the sun"

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

And in the sun im basking

Ever wonder where the sun goes

Ain't no women at the shows

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I can see the sun falling

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

They had a hell of a run

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Fresh out the airport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

In the land of the rising sun

And when it's said and done

Sun, wheres the sun? its been raining a while, i need this,

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business