This is a song about "Tool"

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

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

The only tool here is you

And all the shit you went through

I dont do much but chill with friends, your a government tool

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

So i step down off the step stool im the next tool faggot rapper/

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school