This is a song about "Tan lines"

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

With lines i'm persistent

My lines will have you flabbergasted

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

All the time with this glock of mines

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

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

You must read in between these lines,

Wale they call me tiger stripes