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

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

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

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

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

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

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord