This is a song about "Hardware tools"

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

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

Because hardware problems really get my temper snappin'

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Where i interact with more tools

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

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

Grab all the test tubes, the best tools, compressin' joules 'til they blast off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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