This is a song about "Art"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Thats the point of art isnt it?

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

(acapella)there is no art to find

He calls it art when he arranges them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art