This is a song about "Beach holiday"

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Nobody to treat her take her on a holiday

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

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

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

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

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation