This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

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

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home