This is a song about "Craft"

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Remember craft adventure elite defender

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio