This is a song about "Tool shed"

He keeps him in the shed,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

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

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Passing time, when eyes shed bye

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

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

I shed so many tears

Double mg, we millionaires