This is a song about "Tool tray"

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

So, fuck whoever hating i stay letting my tool pop

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

Using solo cups as an ash tray

When love comes callin', don’t look away

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Fifteen already addicted to nicotine, do i feel cool, no, more like a tool,

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away