This is a song about "Board of directors"

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Go back to your dungeon and dragons board

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

Should on board of a boat,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And my guns are directors

Thats why i end up on top the score board.

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Got so much spirit, i talk with a fuckin ouija board

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way