This is a song about "Hardware tools"

Binding us to slavery tools,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Now, i don't see how this hardware can be so addictive,

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

When they hear me rocking the groove

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

So now my hardware problems will sum up to none

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen