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

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You might decline the hit list's catch

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

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Know the time, know what it's like

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

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