This is a song about "Felt board"

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm no longer on board with you

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

Up on the bitch board for this jock

Okay man you do the drop

Surrounded by negativity and the things i felt.

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Circumstances, in this hand, selflessness was felt

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Thats why i end up on top the score board.

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair