This is a song about "War craft"

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Will i ever win the war

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Each line you craft takes little so effort

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Your only in fight with your damn war

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

Which you know i'm different, right

Too dumb war comes with plight