This is a song about "Hardware tools"

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

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

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Those tools who think they're better but they never confess the truth

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

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

So now my hardware problems will sum up to none

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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