This is a song about "Beach volley"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My flag has been seen from south beach out to vegas

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

And i can't even look the other way

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dont look at this as a preech .. look at it as a speech/

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

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Yea i live on the maufukin beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech