This is a song about "Mine craft"

My gold rollie tell time

I'm just trying to get mine

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

And the wrong time

She always said he's mine.........

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

Each line you craft takes little so effort

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

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

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

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...