This is a song about "Beaches beaches"

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

White sand beaches everywhere

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Beaches of normandy.

Hey, must be the money

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?