This is a song about "Kitchen tools"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Cold world no blanket son

And i leave them in the kitchen

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

I still got my nike boots

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

Where i interact with more tools

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools