This is a song about "Robo craft"

That i craft these lines to rhyme matching every beat to flow

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

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

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

Love of his craft is why he's driven

She watchin' that oxygen

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Flow is so back 2 future, tactic sutures wrapped this craft for juniors

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

They bringing me fish and chips

I craft chapters despite the warnings