This is a song about "Mine in craft"

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

I'm not in your business, your in mine see

This diabolical craft

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

So much hating in this life of mine, i cry at times

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

In order to put on a show and grow these skills of mine

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

I had her locked in my heart, she was mine and only mine,