This is a song about "Art"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Soft white the art i twine

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

You shook my world and it felt apart

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

Fine young man with an old man mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

The way i speak is state of the art