This is a song about "Wooden beads"

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Its a nightmare ma jesus piece links to rosary beads

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

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

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

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

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

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace