This is a song about "Hardware tools"

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Because hardware problems really get my temper snappin'

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

So now my hardware problems will sum up to none

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone