This is a song about "Tan skin"

And the 9th is on the track bitch

It gets under my skin like an itch,

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin

And i like the hoes that need passion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

That's how we make it right

Yeah my skin color is white,

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan