This is a song about "Wooden beads"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

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

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