This is a song about "Art and chaos"

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

I’m way harder than the concrete

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Even with my martial art #discipline, im #vicious and

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

And wait for the chaos to begin for me to stand up

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

It's the art of storytelling and i'm only telling mine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time