This is a song about "Sun goes down and the riders come out"

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

I prefer your applause without a handout

The sun is now gone, see dark clouds comin' out

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

I'm everything that they call nice

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open