This is a song about "Art"

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Grown men never should bite their tongue

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

The way i speak is state of the art

No wonder why when times get hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Big stacks, no lego bricks

In this known art of wits