This is a song about "Remote administration tool"

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You just another tool in the tool box

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

I don't take shit from no one, especially not a tool,

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Fifteen already addicted to nicotine, do i feel cool, no, more like a tool,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

The sharpest tool in the shed, come catch a katana to the head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead