This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

And there's no way i can pay you back

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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