This is a song about "Oijua board"

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

I'm no longer on board with you

Never wrong at any level

My board is experimental

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Im back on board an this half cast is more than half mast.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

And your inner mother board has not been set

Up on the bitch board for this jock

O. trice always rep his block

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey