This is a song about "Beach bog"

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Night i need that she comin here right away

Me and you at the beach on a bright and sunny day

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach

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

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech