This is a song about "Wooden spoon"

Car seats got screens in them

(silver spoon anyone?)

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Bend the spoon plus game like neo

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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