This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

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

Grab some friends start playing footy on the beach

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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