This is a song about "Pottery tools"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

All my niggas get together to gather loot

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

Where i interact with more tools

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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