This is a song about "Wooden"

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

I can finally rest in piece and sit in my wooden chair.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there