This is a song about "Rey is a tool"

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

We never spray a tool unless to protect, we wipe the slate clean,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

My microphone is my tool, i ain't no fool

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

So, fuck whoever hating i stay letting my tool pop

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

You coulda had me, but now you with a fucking tool.

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool