This is a song about "Tan"

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

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

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

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

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

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

So if i talk down to a man