This is a song about "A boy on a beach"

You can pick the next room

A boy taken for a goon

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Thats the life when your just a boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Going to the beach, hope i don't get bit by a shark