This is a song about "Wooden beads"

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Its a nightmare ma jesus piece links to rosary beads

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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