This is a song about "8 man fake tan"

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Man you gotta do something man

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

What, what ... project shit what

Fake young snitches that call us up

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I'm not pretendin' or fake man, just mention my name and

Johnny manziel, i am the man/

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Way too much right here is at stake

All you niggas dead , dead fake