This is a song about "Board of directors"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Like a soft-more on a water board

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

And your inner mother board has not been set

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

I use my pen like a sword, then stab lurking lord to a floor board

Used to find dope in his coat

Should on board of a boat,

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

He appreciates your support

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Thats why i end up on top the score board.

And as i lay one board at a time rooted in rhyme.

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time