This is a song about "We can walk the beach let the water hit your feet baby surf the low tides"

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season

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

Hoping that's the way the future goes, hoping you won't hit a new low

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Your innocence, so give me the key baby