This is a song about "Art class"

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

I ain't even really need that shop class

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Soft white the art i twine

If this is the right time

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)