This is a song about "Tan skin"

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

With hairy and primitive skin

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

They vaguely decipher my language

It gets under my skin like an itch,