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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

At bunker hill hot summer,

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

School ended and i was looking forward to the holiday wiv you