This is a song about "Tan"

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

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

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

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl