This is a song about "Art of war"

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

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Thats the point of art isnt it?

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

Women are a piece of art god gave us to admire

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

The final war of the whack and sick

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Just with myself i thought of making art i'd be a painter,

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark