This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs