This is a song about "Beaches"

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Stupid leeches, while y'all critics, politicians on beaches,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

I said hey, you right there

White sand beaches everywhere

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Five out of nine broads all get curious

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks