This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

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

Embracin my dick whenever i use em, erasin my stress whenever i lose em.

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

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

Don't want to be the king

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone