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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

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

Lamar, oh, sorry yo, we done both set the bar low

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Then we light a fire and have some drinks on the beach

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Hiking till my feet are bleeding and the water blocks my breathing