This is a song about "Art"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

(acapella)there is no art to find

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

In this known art of wits

You can hear it in my lyrics

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

(x2)there is no art to find

Better leave it all behind

Know give me a head start

But i would travel through art

Thats the point of art isnt it?

You can't tell me shit

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard