This is a song about "Beach babes"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

House full of babes look like marilyn monroe

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

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

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

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech