This is a song about "War on the beach"

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

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

Grab some friends start playing footy on the beach