This is a song about "Atlantic craft"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

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

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Each line you craft takes little so effort

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I just write that right by a mic stand

This diabolical craft

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

Whatever it takes to live and stand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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