This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

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.

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing