This is a song about "Miami beach"

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Time to give you the miami roar

Then the world ain't no trick no more

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

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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

You can call me the daddy of miami

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see