This is a song about "Tool shed"

She don’t give her nigga head

And all those tears are shed

I shed so many tears

Sweet, okay makes sense

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

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

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool

Are you comingto the point that your running

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

Could say ive shed every tear

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

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

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