This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

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

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

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home