This is a song about "Tan lines"

I read it, the fine lines

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

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

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

May as kill a few more punch lines.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

All the time with this glock of mines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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