This is a song about "Art supplies"

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

I need supplies to make everything alright

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Thats the point of art isnt it?

Me and you just need to talk a bit

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

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Cause i aint going down fo some bullshit, deal yo supplies

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Soft white the art i twine

But most of the time