This is a song about "The making of a sun"

I'm tired of seeing the sun just through a skylight

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Now that i mention it the sun seems kind of bright.

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

The life of a farmer is governed by sun

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Making love to a professor of divinity

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round