This is a song about "Weymouth and portland beach"

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach