This is a song about "Tan"

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

So all the hustling for nothing man

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

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

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

She said she's never had a man

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

I'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say i'm not. wolf gang

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

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan