This is a song about "Pompano beach"

Head to the beach and try to sink

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

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

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

We can leave before midnight for sure

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

Going to the beach, hope i don't get bit by a shark

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard