This is a song about "Mine craft"

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

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

At the same damn time

I'm still looking for what's mine

Let me attend to do mine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Baby you so fine

I know im lucky he's mine

Huh, got to get better with time

Is it these keys of mine?

And the wrong time

Hip hop is fucking mine

When they twist and talk with they fingers

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Each line you craft takes little so effort