This is a song about "Love craft"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

I feel my work ain't enough

I craft chapters despite the warnings

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Then i said i had enough

That's that computer love

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

For the one night stand

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

Every night i stroke hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Wood chain with a jesus

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]