This is a song about "Sandy beach"

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

Then we light a fire and have some drinks on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

The former, position of a pimp

Head to the beach and try to sink

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely