This is a song about "Craft"

That i craft these lines to rhyme matching every beat to flow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Love of his craft is why he's driven

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Then i bet he be cracked

This diabolical craft

I craft chapters despite the warnings

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,