This is a song about "Tan lines"

Welcome to organized side of real lines

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

All the time with this glock of mines

You must read in between these lines,

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

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

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

Must be something you want me to see

I read it, the fine lines

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan