This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs