This is a song about "Beaches"

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

That i burn up like miami beaches/

My criteria ain't even that serious

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

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

I put these poems all in these songs

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

I'm love stoned and i could swear

White sand beaches everywhere

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope