This is a song about "Sun beaches gurls"

Hating my macking, they asking

And in the sun im basking

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

White sand beaches everywhere

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

After the club, gettin you open

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

I can see the sun falling

And picture me rollin

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women