This is a song about "Tool"

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

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool

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

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

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

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

So i step down off the step stool im the next tool faggot rapper/

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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