This is a song about "War craft"

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

Your only in fight with your damn war

Not relying on the light no more

Always felt like a six day war

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat