This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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