This is a song about "Going to the beach"

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

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

But im still going to grab the pen

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Going to the southern land

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet