This is a song about "Wooden"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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