This is a song about "Tan del"

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

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

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

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

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

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

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang