This is a song about "Beaches beaches"

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

She can make a pimp fall in love

That i burn up like miami beaches/

And now that i’m getting money

Beaches of normandy.

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

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Let me hear that beat, air

White sand beaches everywhere