This is a song about "Art elements"

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing

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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

The way i speak is state of the art

And by the way i'mma start

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

This art is lika a diamond for me

It's no longer a new jack city