This is a song about "Wrenches"

But you aint heaven sent, can you apprehend? naw you cant even defend

Im built for success, so i'll hit you with a swiveling wrench

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

'cause it was an admired service-man