This is a song about "Tools"

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Grab all the test tubes, the best tools, compressin' joules 'til they blast off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Where i interact with more tools

With women with issues

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

And i need you to show me love

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms