This is a song about "Wooden chairs"

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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