This is a song about "Wooden spoon"

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Fuck a knife, i split you in two with a spoon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I was bred to get it in, no spoon