This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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