This is a song about "Board of supervisors"

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

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Up on the bitch board for this jock

Lord jesus, board pieces playin' games, we're just monopolies,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I'm no longer on board with you

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

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

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

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

Five out of nine broads all get curious

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford