This is a song about "Beach days with the homies"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Remember those days i was rapping with the passion

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I live on the beach the haters outside an they playin with they heat

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

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

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

Then we light a fire and have some drinks on the beach

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