This is a song about "Hardware tools"

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Binding us to slavery tools,

Zero options to choose

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

Where i interact with more tools

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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