This is a song about "Art"

I got a lot on my mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

Soldiers lost their mind

(x2)there is no art to find

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I'll never call you bitch again

He calls it art when he arranges them