The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Miami" by the artist "Will Smith"

Here I am in the place where I come let go

In Miami the base and the sunset low

Everyday like a mardi gras everybody party all day

No work all play okay

So we sip a little something lay the rest the spill

Me an Charlie at the bar running up a high bill

Nothin less than ill when we dress to kill

Everytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will)

Can y'all feel me, all ages and races

Real sweet faces

Every different nation, Spanish, Haitian, Indian, Jamaican

Black, White, Cuban, and Asian

I only came for two days of playing

But every time I come I always wind up staying

This the type of town I could spend a few days in

Miami the city that keeps the roof blazing

Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess with

But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip

Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped

And they be screaming out, (Will we loved your last hit)

So I'm thinking I'mma scoop me something hot

In this south-sea merengue melting pot

Hottest club in the city and it's right on the beach

Temperature get to ya it's about to reach

Five-hundred degrees

In the carribean seas, with the hot mommies

Screamin (ay, papi)

Every time I come to town, they be spotting me

In the drop Bentley, ain't no stopping me

So, cash in your dough

And flow to this fashion show

Pound for pound anywhere you go

Yo ain't no city in the world like this

And if you ask how I know I gots to feed the film

Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it going on

And New York is the city that we know don't sleep

And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy

But on the sneak, Miami bringing heat for real

Y'all don't understand

I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon tans

MIRA this is the plan

Take a walk on the beach draw a heart in the sand

Gimmie your hand

Damn you look sexy

Let's go to my yacht in the West Keys

Ride my jet skis loungin in the palm trees

Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on South Beach

Water so clear you can see to the bottom

Hundred thousand dollar cars, every body got em

Ain't no surprise to see in the club to see Sly Stallone

Miami my second home

Party in the city where the heat is on!