This is a song about "Art"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

You shook my world and it felt apart

But i would travel through art

Piece of art that i painted

The master of this rap shit

Thats the point of art isnt it?

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

(x2)there is no art to find

Pay my haters not too much mind

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

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art