my tool

my right wrist gets a little heavy but it’s not from any bling
it’s from constantly hold’in my tool and make’in it sing
steady buck’in at snakes and backward star
even them lost ass hoes that wanna fuck a nigga’s car
at times i buck at the sun cause it shines like me
but my bullets never reach it so like Paul i let it be
i used to blow my mind and let my tool go to work
now days that natural high makes that muthafucka twerk
i could fill a whole library with the work that we put in
cause the tool I speak about is a ball point pen