This is a song about "Craft"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Flow is so back 2 future, tactic sutures wrapped this craft for juniors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Remember craft adventure elite defender

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

This diabolical craft

I can feel your heart beating fast

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

I craft chapters despite the warnings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six