This is a song about "Tan"

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

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

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

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

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

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

Try and pull me over, i will not stop