This is a song about "War on the beach"

Yea i live on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

They can't deal with me, i got a deal now

I live on the beach haters outside and they playin wit they heat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet