This is a song about "Art"

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

And my bank account look just like a phone card

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

The way i speak is state of the art

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Fine young man with an old man mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Soft white the art i twine

I'm running out of time

(x2)there is no art to find

Jimmy back me, child

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part