This is a song about "Wooden spoon"

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

So i ain't giving a fuck

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I told him get his 9 and run

(silver spoon anyone?)

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

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

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

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune