This is a song about "Wooden beads"

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Its a nightmare ma jesus piece links to rosary beads

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own