This is a song about "She stops for second turns around"

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

And i'mma be back for you, the second that i blow

In a split second as if she was expecting, for this shit to happen

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Got it on lock, you just locked out

She's there for a second then turns around

I'll give you a second, that's enough for you to finish, huh?

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Turns around on me as i'm at home, cutting concerns into my skin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Skills for the second spot

We popping bottles, it don't stop