This is a song about "Crafting dead"

That rap is mostly dead/

Probably die getting some head

Elevating syllables and crafting myself a prodigy,

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

I don't mind if you niggas hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Your raps are so brain dead

Holla out my set

Done with crafting my immaculate vision, fast bite when i run with dracula's minions

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Dead , shot etc

Your gonna be on top nigga