This is a song about "Tan del"

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

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

What you talking about? lil man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

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

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot