This is a song about "Carey tan"

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Get it? the bitch, mariah carey, mc, no, oh fuck me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop