This is a song about "Tan lines"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

You must read in between these lines,

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

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