This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

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

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

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

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

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack