This is a song about "Surfboard"

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking

Put your suit and tie on cuz shit's about to get formal

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I'll be bathing in glamor and diss you till you burst in pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again