This is a song about "Tool"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

So like i said before don't act a fool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

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

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Im just a manic who uses insanity as his tool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool