This is a song about "Art function"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Cause i can hardly function

It ain't where i been

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Some friendly advice-use their energy as urs to function with

The way i speak is state of the art

February cold as my heart

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Rapping is an art most, don't understand

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art