This is a song about "Chillin with friends on venice beach"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

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

Chillin with a few ..millions for charity

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Chillin with presidents name barack

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends