This is a song about "Tools"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools