This is a song about "Tools"

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Binding us to slavery tools,

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Where i interact with more tools

Zero options to choose