This is a song about "Bed board"

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Like a soft-more on a water board

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But then again.. we're just board pieces.

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Probably die getting some head

Sitting there in his bed,

It's a discussion board, not concussion support

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Trapped into life's board game called monopoly

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

We come through throbbing like thunder storms