This is a song about "Art and chaos"

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

All on the furniture with no regards

From heart to art, and flames apart, the fire starts/

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

'coz what i say is an art

See, where i come from is hard

Where's the border betweet the art and the crap?

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Hope all over again, we can start

But i would travel through art