This is a song about "Beaches"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.

As my record label nitpicks at this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

True player, cory mo cold as hell

White sand beaches everywhere

She need now, she ain't never needed love

That i burn up like miami beaches/

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love