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

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

But the sun shines out of my ass, it was unstable pass,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Making love to a professor of divinity

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

But like the sun in a foggy day

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

A ghetto in the making.

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The life of a farmer is governed by sun

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Run off with a girl who's down like the sun did (sudden)