This is a song about "Being tan"

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Fuck being counterfeit

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

For going on being

I'm the sushi king

I believed in a higher being.

A break from what you hearing

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech