This is a song about "Cats on the beach"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I live on the beach yea its sunny outside kids playin in da heat

Yea i live on the maufukin beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling