This is a song about "Beach days"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

My flag has been seen from south beach out to vegas

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

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

Head to the beach and try to sink

If i lost you be patient

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,

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

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet