This is a song about "Boards"

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

U aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Check your ass into the boards, bro i'll put you on the benches