This is a song about "Sun beaches gurls"

I can see the sun falling

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Baby you're the one

Stupid leeches, while y'all critics, politicians on beaches,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I see the sun comin up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And losin all his money

Beaches of normandy.

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Ever wonder where the sun goes