This is a song about "The earth and its tilt evolution around the sun tilt on its axis temperature position of sun"

I told him get his 9 and run

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And it's vastness, no longer spinning on its axis, broken magnets.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Then, in the blazin sun,

They'll have to rename this one

Baby you're the one

Shining like the golden sun

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

All i see is the midnight sun,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open