This is a song about "Aesthetic"

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Rhymes leave a sweet taste in your mouth like mountain dew

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Clear out appearance from this criminal's sight up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what