This is a song about "Tool"

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

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

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

The only tool here is you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

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

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

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

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

Im just a manic who uses insanity as his tool

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

Will be the future tool or am i being a fool