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

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

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

In the club like fuck it, though

You can keep it on the down low

I'll let the monsters inside my head go, so they can hit you and split you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

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

Ghostly man will kill me on the beach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough