This is a song about "Tan"

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

We in the big thingseat a dick man

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

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

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights