This is a song about "They say the man is crazy on the coast left hand on your hip right finger on the edge of your lip"

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

See these lights got me on another level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

You rap's supposed to leave me on the fuckin edge of my seat

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

What time is it, huh? check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

I'm on the british south east coast mate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Gotta make that cash

Just put your hand on the glass

I don't know why i'm even on this track

On the track, cuz your shit is whack