This is a song about "Atlantic craft"

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

If they laughed at the craft i know i'd regress

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress