This is a song about "Singing circuit boards"

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Shit, i'm makin' this mic short circuit,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

She's every love song that i love singing

Few times you been around that circuit

And california on that jerk shit

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Laylow, laylow singing para siempre for life.

I get slight work like big sean

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song