This is a song about "Wooden beads"

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

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

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

How about some anal beads girls voice " oooo you nasty"

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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