This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

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

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

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

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

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

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

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

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

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech