This is a song about "Sandy beach"

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

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

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

Who know this be the life that i really live

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day