This is a song about "Tools"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Those tools who think they're better but they never confess the truth

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

Binding us to slavery tools,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube