This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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