This is a song about "Beach bog"

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,

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

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

I was gonna write you a poem today

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

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

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

Yea i live on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

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