This is a song about "Beaches beaches"

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

Throw your gun in tha air

White sand beaches everywhere

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

What them tippers don't see

Beaches of normandy.

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

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