This is a song about "Beach holiday"

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

He can be sneaky like an assassain or walk in to holiday inn

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

School ended and i was looking forward to the holiday wiv you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the maufukin beach

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,