This is a song about "Robo craft"

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I'll start a rap and bomb 'em back with a fuckin' flawless craft,

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

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

This diabolical craft

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Remember craft adventure elite defender

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I craft chapters despite the warnings