This is a song about "Tropical beaches"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

As my record label nitpicks at this

White sand beaches everywhere

They're tryin to say that i don't care

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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