This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

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

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

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

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech