This is a song about "Pottery tools"

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Binding us to slavery tools,

With women with issues