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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Real nigguh by far these hoes went by a telescope

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker