This is a song about "Wooden"

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

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

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin