This is a song about "Beach"

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of 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

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

They say life's a beach, well it's a bitch to me.

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

Yea i live on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Head to the beach and try to sink

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

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