This is a song about "8 man fake tan"

I want this shit forever, man

Both: this the perfect plan

Fake young snitches that call us up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Can you picture my specific plan

Riding in their bugatti's man/

I drive that all around

I got fake people, chomping down.

You need your nappy changing, man

Still the man with the pan

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Pushing in my mama van

Im fuckin hoes that got a man,

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan