This is a song about "Wooden beads"

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

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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

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

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

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Its a nightmare ma jesus piece links to rosary beads