This is a song about "Art"

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

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

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

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

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

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,