This is a song about "Wooden beads"

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

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Its a nightmare ma jesus piece links to rosary beads

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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