This is a song about "Summer holiday at the beach"

I thought i'd finish his ass at summer jam too

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

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

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street