This is a song about "Tools"

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Binding us to slavery tools,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Where i interact with more tools

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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