This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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