This is a song about "Tropical beaches"

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

White sand beaches everywhere

For 9 years in spain had the time share

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

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

I be gettin' money

Beaches of normandy.

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised