This is a song about "Tan"

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

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

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

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

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

This is the part where we run hip hop

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

So all the hustling for nothing man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan