This is a song about "Daytona beach"

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Me and you at the beach on a bright and sunny day

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.