This is a song about "Tan lines"

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

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

They say nothings ever free

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

Distracted and switching up your lines

When i get my hands on nines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

With lines i'm persistent

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

And my lines are so barbaric,

Wit my kin that i came in wit