This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

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