This is a song about "Tommy craft"

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

She took off my tommy boxers, now i'm going commando

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Lil tommy yeah nigga im a fuckin beast

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

When you see the instant replay

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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