This is a song about "Homies surfing"

No need to hurry, she so wet my dick feels like it's fucking surfing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Once upon a time not long ago

Mobbing with the homies and family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

My homies was just against my nature.

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Homies my only certainty

Cause im on sum g shityoung money