This is a song about "Playing soccer at the beach summer vacay"

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

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

You know...you know who you are

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Yea i live on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech