This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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