This is a song about "Tool tray"

I dont do much but chill with friends, your a government tool

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

And i got 'em every day, every day

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.