This is a song about "Tool shed"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Im just a manic who uses insanity as his tool

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

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You just another tool in the tool box

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Could say ive shed every tear

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

And all those tears are shed

Like a church in debt

But she forgot about the golden rule

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool

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

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