This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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