This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

Head to the beach and try to sink

You're talking to one of the greatest

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

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

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

And at best all they do is distract me but now

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

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

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

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

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