This is a song about "Whipping around with hoes a gettin lit by the beach"

Going to the beach, hope i don't get bit by a shark

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

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

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

My rapping is like an avalanche

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Real nigguh by far these hoes went by a telescope

Once i lit a blunt you'll see thunderclouds along with the hell hounds

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I ain't gettin eaten by a shark, or killed by the boogy man in the dark,