This is a song about "Craft"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I craft chapters despite the warnings

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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,

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

This diabolical craft

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Remember craft adventure elite defender

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

To reds i ain't know how to act

Each line you craft takes little so effort

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work