This is a song about "Beach vans"

Hey just wait, but never mind, my feet are grown into vans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Force unleashed poser, better hide in your vans

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach