This is a song about "Tool shed"

I'm scared i'll make her shed some more tears.

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

And all those tears are shed

You already know you're dead

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Could say ive shed every tear

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You just another tool in the tool box

And now i walk around without a care

No need to shed a single tear

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

Im just a manic who uses insanity as his tool

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool