This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

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 open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone