This is a song about "Tools"

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

And still got my nike boots

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

With women with issues

Where i interact with more tools

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Binding us to slavery tools,

Where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool