This is a song about "Robo craft"

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

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

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If they laughed at the craft i know i'd regress

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I craft chapters despite the warnings

Each line you craft takes little so effort

Back like i never ever left in the first

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse