This is a song about "Jiazhen tan"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

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

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

I gotta question for you man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan