This is a song about "Tan lines"

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Me and you just need to talk a bit

My lines will have you flabbergasted

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

I sign lines, after night time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Distracted and switching up your lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man