This is a song about "Tools"

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

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

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Binding us to slavery tools,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes