This is a song about "Tan"

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

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

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan