This is a song about "Art butt"

But i would travel through art

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

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

The day before is better than the present

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

No gimmick: real time, real heart

'coz what i say is an art

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I may exaggerate but butt sex aggravates me

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt