This is a song about "Craft"

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

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

I craft chapters despite the warnings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours