This is a song about "Wooden spoon"

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

I was bred to get it in, no spoon

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

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

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

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

(silver spoon anyone?)

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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