This is a song about "Board of directors"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

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

Go back to your dungeon and dragons board

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

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

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

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Yet we're just board peace is, no brain to hoard pieces

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Tell you plain and simple me on the board just isnt fair

Babe you know it gets no better than this

There's a bomb on board, hotshot, pop quiz:

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

It's a discussion board, not concussion support