This is a song about "Virginia beach"

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Head to the beach and try to sink

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

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

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach