This is a song about "Bed board"

Should on board of a boat,

New canvas she need a new stroke

Ill be beside your death bed

My voice make her wet

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

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Kick back and know yo son set

I'm no longer on board with you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord