This is a song about "Tools"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Binding us to slavery tools,

I still got my nike boots

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school