This is a song about "Tool"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

My microphone is my tool, i ain't no fool

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

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

You over there, definition of your standard tool

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

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

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

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

No handy manny but i'ma let my tool bang