This is a song about "Wooden beads"

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

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

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