This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

But he don't rule a thing

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

By any means, if ya like it or not

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Making a movie, spike work

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

I told you i'm a beast so on this this rap i'll teach